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That Awkward Age

I’m too young to do anything fun, like go to a concert without adult supervision, or get a nose piercing. But I’m too old to get an allowance, forget my homework, or watch Finding Nemo (honestly, who doesn’t like Finding Nemo?). Those fun times you had in Middle School? They don’t exist. Then I have all these responsibilities, like doing dishes, packing my lunch, doing laundry. Basic stuff, and it isn’t too hard—but the reason? “You’re getting older, sweetie.” So I’m old enough to work but not old enough to have fun? That’s just great.